The sons of Calydon are an....interesting group. Consisting of a scary looking but oblivious boss, a very short and constantly sleep deprived truck driver, a diva strategist, a possible arsonist and Lighter- who may be impressive, but was also very forgetful.

And then there was also you. The gang's newest, and most... incompetent member. A lot of times you felt like you had no job- you weren't a great driver, or fighter, or strategist. At this point you were pretty sure the gang kept you around out of nothing but affection. As you didn't really have a role, you would typically just go with whatever member needed an assistant that day.

Today, it was Lighter, who gave you a mildly unimpressed look but took you along anyways. At the current moment you were following along behind him, trying to remember what the two of you had been going out to do in the first place.

"Keep up, will you-?" Lighter glanced over his shoulder and caught you just as you tripped over air, having the good grace to not comment on how clumsy you were